Wednesday, September 09, 2015

Day Twelve - September 9

Another series of recent Facebook posts to catch the blog up with my life....



I finally got a new computer today and the office nook is all organized and ready to go. Now begins the arduous task of getting caught up on my email correspondence and writing & scheduling workshops for 2016.

I've also begun to unpack my studio. To say I am craving a little art time after weeks of packing and moving and unpacking would be putting it lightly.

Soon the days will be humming along in a routine and what I now think of as my new normal will just be my normal.

Turning a house into a home is more than hanging pictures on the wall and putting dishes away in the cabinet; but there is something vitally important in setting up these spaces where I will be spending the next days of my life.

Whether for less than 6 months, as it was in the Chicago apartment, or for many more years to come- having a space that reflects my style and personality invites my soul to settle in and linger for a while.

This space, that is at once familiar yet unfamiliar, is the space in which my heart will begin to heal. It is the space where I will learn even more about my authentic voice. In my childhood hometown where I will grow both roots and wings.

Day Seven - September 4

Another series of recent Facebook posts to catch the blog up with my life....



It's hard to believe I have been in my new home for a solid week now. I'm feeling immensely proud of myself for hanging these shelves today. A prospect that just a few days ago sent me spiraling into a fit of depression.

I mean, here on my own, who is going to do things like hang the heavy stuff and open the jar of peanut butter?

But I am stronger than I think I am- the shelves are hung and I don't actually eat peanut butter. And I know there must be some kind of device on the market to help me when a stubborn lid does present a problem.

Not so easy to fix is the sadness that fills my spirit. I'm not going to lie, the decision to separate from my husband did not come easily and I will not diminish myself by denying the need to grieve.

So here I am, day 7 of my new normal. Satisfied over a job well done and sorrowful for the empty places that need to heal.

It is the glorious mix.

Day Two - August 29

Another series of recent Facebook posts to catch the blog up with my life....


It is the end of day 2 of this new life of living on my own in my childhood midwest hometown far from the city. I'm vascilating between bouts of tears and depression and moments of great joy.

After much scrubbing and elbow grease, I finally have all of my kitchen unpacked and put away.

Nary a box has been unpacked in the new studio.

I have a brand new bed coming tomorrow thanks to my cousin and her husband- tears of exhausted joy!

I found a very cool organic/local farmer grocery store down the street and just ate my first home cooked nutritious meal in weeks.

I popped open the good bottle of wine that I was saving for the move. More tears of exhausted joy!

A woman I knew from the Midwest Collage Society up north messaged me to say she just moved down here too. Artsy community excitement!

And the cicadas are still singing.

God provides and he is good.
Life is hard and good. But mostly it's good.

Day One - August 28

Another series of recent Facebook posts to catch the blog up with my life....


I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I no longer live in Chicago. I can't just open my bedroom window and see the reflection of the moon on the lake. instead I am listening to a chorus of Cicada's and crickets and the sky is vast and filled with stars and possibilities.

As as of today, I live in the house with the orange doors in my childhood hometown of Champaign/Urbana.